MTL - Fast Transmigration: Monster Host Online Short Guard-Chapter 12 The disciple of the Immortal Plane, be obedient

  Chapter 12 The Disciple of Cultivating the Immortal Plane Obediently

   Misty Peak, the sound of the fairy, the melodious sound of the piano and flute echoed in the sky above the Misty Peak.

  A man in a dark blue robe sits in front of the piano, his white fingers walk on the strings, and as the fingertips move, the strings sound.

A man dressed in white holds a flute in his hand, and puts the flute to his lips. The sound of the piano and the flute intertwine, and finally merge into a beautiful song, which spreads out in all directions. Gradually, the source of the sound stops, leaving only the lingering sound, which fades away and finally disappears. .

   "Little uncle, there is a little more joy in the sound of the piano today." It was rare for Ling Muci to not have a cold face and a little smile.

Mo Chen chuckled, "I created a new song yesterday, is my nephew interested?" With her crimson lips hooked and her face full of laziness, Ling Muci turned sideways. The young master's appearance is too high, and it will be too late if you watch too much self-abasement.

   "Daoist, the young master is back." A gentle voice sounded, and the two turned their heads at the same time.

  In addition to Mi'er, there was also a young man in a purple robe.

The young man exudes a charming and mysterious aura, with three thousand blue hair half-drawn and half-hanging, a strand of hair scattered from the side of the forehead along the male and female indistinguishable face, a pair of purple-black passionate eyes sparkling with a pool of autumn water, and the corners of the eyes are full of tears. A vermilion tear mole gave him a hint of evil, a touch of coquettishness.

   Amazement flashed in the eyes of both of them, Mo Chen reacted first, stood up, "Ming'er is back." When he came to the boy, he realized that the boy was as tall as himself.

   "Master." He called out respectfully, his eyes twinkling slightly.

  Master, I’m back. It’s been ten years, and I haven’t seen you for ten years.

I miss you so much.

  Mo Chen withdrew the hand that wanted to touch Gong Yeming, and there was a softness in her eyes that she didn't realize, "You have been wronged outside these years, but is there someone who doesn't have eyes to bully you?" There was a touch of concern in the light tone.

  Ling Mu Ci Black Line, you are so powerful, no one would dare to mess with your precious disciple, but even if you do, it won't do you any favors.

   Not to mention that the junior uncle gave a lot of life-protecting magic weapons to the palace. Keke, junior brother, there are not many people on the mainland who can make him suffer because of his monster fighting power.

  But it seems that the junior uncle doesn't know the true attributes of the junior brother, and he inexplicably expects the junior uncle to know.

   "No one bullied Ming'er, causing Master to worry." Seeing Mo Chen withdrawing his hand, Gong Yeming's expression darkened, and he lowered his head.

  Mo Chen nodded, "I don't think anyone can hurt you, when is Ning's baby?" Relief and approval flashed in his eyes.

   "One year ago." Gong Yeming was still respectful, with familiarity in his tone, "Master, I have missed my apprentice these years." He blushed and whispered, with a hint of grievance in his tone.

Hearing the childish words, Mo Chen couldn't help curling his lips, "As a teacher, I naturally miss Ming'er." With a coaxing tone in his tone, he patted Gong Yeming's shoulder lightly, and led him to the stone bench, "Come on, Take a look at your cultivation as a teacher."

  Ling Muci: Why does it feel like the two of them are not like master and apprentice, but like lovers.

   Realizing what he was thinking, Ling Muci was startled, but the two of them didn't look at him at all.

  Coughed lightly in embarrassment, "Junior Martial Uncle, that Martial Nephew is leaving first, you haven't seen Junior Martial Brother for a long time, I think you have a lot to say to him."

  Sighed in his heart, it was really tiring to say such a long word for the first time, but seeing the expressions of the two, Ling Muci felt that there was no love in this world, no love for uncles and nephews, no love for brothers.

   Looking at Gong Yeming and Mo Chen, they both had expressions like: Why haven't you left yet.

  If it wasn't for Mu Ci's cold temper, he might have gone crazy: Who asked Su Huaner to invite him to drink tea with him?

  Who said you were bored these days and asked yourself to play the music?

   But no one said anything about this, Ling Muci just left with a cold face as if nothing had happened, hehe, just get used to it, just get used to it.

   Mo Chen, who has no guilt at all, is using his apprentice control attribute to check Gong Yeming's cultivation, as if she wasn't the one who was going to talk about the song with Ling Muci just now.

Looking at the back of Ling Muci's leaving, Gong Yeming couldn't help curling his lips, but immediately regained his obedient expression, "Master, is there something wrong with Ming'er's cultivation?" She stared at Gang Gang carefully. Mo Chen is finished.

  Mo Chen looked at Gong Yeming, who was showing off his cuteness with a monstrous face, and couldn't help but sigh why he didn't have any sense of disobedience, could he not have a villain's face as the supporting actor's emoji?

   "Well, the foundation is solid," patted Gong Yeming's head, "The law of time and space is also well mastered."

  Gong Yeming smiled brightly, "Then, can Master pass on the second floor to me?" He stared at Mo Chen expectantly.

   "Silly Ming'er, after you have completely fused the first layer, the second layer will appear on its own." There was a smile in his tone.

  Gong Yeming blushed, "Minger knows."

  Mo Chen chuckled softly, "The secret realm of Huan Yao will be opened again, can I accompany you as a teacher this time?" He took out the brewed spirit tea from the space, and poured a cup for each of them.

   "Is it possible?" Gong Yeming looked expectant.

  Mo Chen took a sip of tea, "I didn't go with you last time due to sect affairs, let's make up this time."

  Gong Yeming was happy, "Thank you, Master!"

  There is deep meaning in his eyes, what happened ten years ago, he is very clear, it is not about the so-called sect at all, it is just some people who don't have long eyes.

  Thinking, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a wicked smile secretly appeared, and the strangeness in his eyes flashed past.

  Looking at Gong Yeming's smile, Mo Chen couldn't help curling his lips, "Silly boy, I'm your master, thank you for what you say." The pampering in his tone was obvious.

   "Well, Ming'er knows, Master, when are we going to leave?" Gong Yeming sipped his tea.

   "There are still two months left, don't worry." Mo Chen said softly.

   "Well, what about Master? There is something Ming'er needs to do." Gong Yeming looked like a good baby.

   "You haven't been in the sect for a long time, go to the sect for a stroll and communicate with fellow sects." Mo Chen was already planning for Misty Peak's future in his heart.

   "Well, Minger will meet." Exchange feelings, what I am best at.

  —

  In a cave in the back mountain

   "Gong, Gong Yeming, what on earth do you want?" A man was tied to a stone wall with whip marks all over his body.

  The man was skinny, his graying hair was disheveled, and his face was full of wrinkles under the welts.

  Gong Yeming held a whip in his hand, "Well, it's nothing, Master asked me to find a fellow sect to exchange feelings with, but I don't know many people in this Zixuanzong, so I had to come to you, Senior Brother Mu."

   Muzi Ling stared wide-eyed, "You, you devil."

  Gong Yeming just fiddled with the whip in his hand, "Well, what is the devil? Although I practice the magic way, I am not a ghost." He said and patted Mu Ziling's face with the whip.

   "You, what do you want?" Muzi Ling was really scared. He has been trapped here for ten years, a whole ten years.

  Ten years ago, Gong Yeming came back from the secret realm of Huanyao, knowing that Mo Chen was locked up, so Gong Yeming imprisoned Mu Ziling in this cave.

  The cultivation base has been destroyed, and here he suffers from cold and starvation every day.

   It's been ten years, and life is really worse than death.

   "Well, it's nothing, seeing you live so miserable, I feel at ease." If he hadn't talked to Mu Qingyan, the master would have accompanied him to the secret realm instead of staying in the dark abyss for three years.

  (end of this chapter)